Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.